Taste it: Describe your favourite food without
mentioning its name. Describe the dish in front of you. Put the food in your
mouth. Describe everything as you keep eating.
A sublime blend of
soft, rich creaminess with a tangy savoury meatiness. Both feminine and
masculine combining effortlessly in a sweet embrace upon my taste buds as the layers melt effortlessly as I chew and
finish with a sharp cheesy bite and a craving for more.
Hear it: Hear a
noise/sound that is really irritating you. Describe it.
If a shriek could be a
question, it would sound like this. It builds up the tension with a few warning
wails before unleashing a harsh, high pitch screech, that still makes me and
the others around me shudder and contort, despite our anticipation. It is purely animalistic; a noise of fear and doubt, but mostly of pure
frustration of not knowing what is going on and lacking any other means to
communicate this. It frustrates me too, trying in vain to block it out by
twisting and turning in my seat in a futile attempt to fall asleep. I try to
distract myself and to think about sand swept beaches and fancy hotel rooms,
but the squealing knocks me back to reality and inhumane thoughts that would
make Ted Bundy blush. But the most irritating thing of all is that I have just
buckled down for the ride and still have fourteen more hours to go before this
plane lands.
I quite fancy a lasagna now!
ReplyDeleteMe and all. Im not quite sure if its my favourite food, or just because it's one of the hardest foods to get/make over here that I rarely get to eat it that makes me want it so much :D
DeleteNothing worse than screaming babies on a plane!
ReplyDeleteThe worst part is knowing that you can't get away from it
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